Wack!
Something wet is on my back
I peel it off
realizing it is a pickle
I look north of the Lunch room
knowing its Nick Burnham
the schools' 9th grade star wrestler
who I just happen to hate

In rage and wrath
I grab a bag of fries
and dart every single one at him
But, when he tries to throw the mustard
it hits Stephanie and not me
all of sudden she throws the tomatoes
Nate was going to put on his sandwhich
and toss them at Nick
missing she hits Spencer Clement instead

I stand on my table and shout
loudly and powerfully
'Food Fight! '
All of a sudden
the lunch room turns into a war zone
all man (or girl) for himself (or herself)

I duck into the hallways
escaping the 'horror'
only to bump into Nick
he yells at me
that I am weak

However, with out warning
I dropp my bag
and give him one
straight in the face
slience is all I hear from him
and I walk on
as the school bell rings
and teachers run to the lunch room
trying to stop the fight I started

Sydne Morris

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-food-fight-served-messy/